Super God Gene

If you replace someone with a less determined mind, you probably won't even realize you're lost.

However, this loss may not necessarily be a bad thing, or it has not yet chosen its own path, followed by the situation in the painting, and chosen a certain situation as its own goal. It may well be true that it is suitable for itself, and it is likely that there will be some action in the future.

But Hanson was different. He was already a man with his own path. If he were to be painted again, he would destroy his roots.

Forced himself to close his eyes and want to get out of his mind, but all kinds of situations haunt his mind, which makes Hanson a little reluctant to keep looking.

Fortunately, Hansen's will was extremely firm and forcibly restrained the thought of continuing to look at the ancient walls, gradually restoring calm to his mind.

“It's nice to be able to stop watching ancient walls for the first time.” A voice rang not far from Hanson.

Hanson opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. Only a middle-aged man of Tai Shang clan sat on a rock and looked to his side.

The middle-aged man looked and wore nothing but a temperament that was hard to belittle.

“Your Excellency is speaking to me?” Hanson questioned, because he didn't know this man, but Hanson was fascinated by what he had just seen and walked all the way here. He had already drawn a distance from Linglong and Ricole, and there were no other creatures besides him around.

Linglong and Li Kel were obviously also fascinated by the situation on the ancient wall. There was no way to distract them. Nor did they notice the situation on Hanson's side. They were completely immersed in the situation on the ancient wall.

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "I don't suppose anyone but you has ever seen an ancient wall before? ”

“In the end, geniuses like me are rare.” Hanson touched his nose and said.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, but the smile on his face grew stronger. He walked down from the mountain stone and stood beside Hansen and looked at the ancient wall and said: “The Tai Shang clan can sense everything, even if it is as complex as everything in the universe, it can sense its essence. But the ancient wall has been here for hundreds of millions of years, no one has ever been able to understand its secrets. Do you know why? ”

“I don't know.” Hanson replied quite simply, since he didn't know, there was no need to pretend to understand.

Neither did the middle-aged man expect Hansen to give the answer. After listening to Hansen's answer, he looked at the ancient wall and pointed to one of the places and said: “The reason why no one is able to understand its secrets is there. ”

Hanson followed the middle aged man's fingers to the past, only to see what he was referring to, drawing an independent pattern, which looked like a standing eye, but his pupils looked like yin solar fish.

“Is that the eyes of the clan?” Hanson asked in surprise.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly: “The whole painting is ridiculous. I can't see what it really is. This is the only place where I paint the eyes of my people. Everyone can see this place, but no one can explain why it paints the eyes of the people, and no one knows what it has to do with the other paintings next to it, as a starting point, but no one can solve the true meaning of it. ”

Hanson looked at the murals around the eyes of the too much, and the paintings were really strange, so no one could see what they were, and naturally it was impossible to know what the murals around them had to do with the eyes of the too much.

The middle-aged man retrieved his gaze from the ancient walls and looked at Hansen around him and said: "Although no one can understand the secrets in the painting, it is not nothing. The eyes engraved on the mural painting are also very special, and the meaning is completely different from that of other imprints. If you watch carefully, you will certainly get something. ”

“How is it different?” Hanson doesn't understand the meaning of a middle-aged man, because the meaning of the mural is so varied, saying different things, every single painting is different, so what a middle-aged man says about this difference doesn't seem to have any real meaning.

The middle-aged man sincerely said: "This predecessor is only the genius after my ancestors. He cultivated too many sensory articles into a very high realm. Everything in the world is in his chest. That's why he can draw such all-encompassing images. Although there are countless scenarios in this painting, these scenarios are the products of too many sensory articles. The so-called too much love and forgetfulness. These scenarios, though strong, do not contain the personal feelings of that predecessor. Only this one of the above eyes is painted differently. It includes the seniors' own feelings. ”

“What kind of emotion is that?” Hanson asked curiously.

Being able to practice too much sensation into the realm of the true god, I'm sure that too many seniors are almost ready to merge into the heavens and the universe.

Even Linglong is so emotionless, let alone practicing too much sensation to that level of strength, I'm afraid his remaining emotions are already minimal, or even no emotions.

Even Hanson was somewhat surprised to be able to leave behind an emotional environment.

“I don't know, you'll see for yourself.” The middle-aged man laughed.

Hanson was really curious, and wanted to take a closer look at the situation in the eye marks on the Tai.

Suddenly, Hanson remembered something and turned to the middle-aged man and asked, "I don't know what your name is. ”

Hanson probably knows that this middle-aged man is not the one who practiced "Tai Shang Induction", but even if he doesn't practice "Tai Shang Induction", there are still a lot of strong people in Tai Shang clan. After all, they practise a genetic technique randomly, it is the finest genetic technique in the big universe, and it is not necessarily weaker than "Tai Shang Induction".

“Li Zi.” The middle-aged man answered casually, seemingly not concerned.

“Thank you, Your Excellency, for pointing that out.” It was only after Hanson thanked him with a little courtesy that he saw the marks of the eyes above him.

At this point, Hanson was always attracted by the meaning in the mark. Indeed, as Li Zi said, the meaning of this is completely different from that of the rest of the painting. It is easy to distinguish, and the meaning in the eyes is essentially different from that of the rest of the world.

Hanson stood there motionless, looking at the marks of that overwhelming eye, not moving for a while, not even blinking an eye.

Soon afterwards, Hanson's eyes actually burst with tears. Hanson stood there staring at his eyes, tears kept flowing, his face was full, and he wet the clothes on his chest, but he still stood there, his eyes didn't blink and looked at the top of the mural.

Later, it seemed that the tears in Hanson's eyes had dried up, and there was a double line of blood tears, like two blood marks hanging on his cheek.